Before the Rebirth Process
The god sat in his majestic chamber, flipping through a thick stack of documents. A glowing quill rested in his hand, shimmering faintly with divine energy. With a dramatic sigh, he laid the papers before her.
"Here," he said, his voice smooth but laced with mischief. "These are the rules and regulations you must sign before I can finalize the deal."
She blinked in confusion, her brows furrowing. "Rules? Regulations? What do you mean?"
The god leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, so far, I've just been preparing your transfer to that world. Now, it's time for you to agree to some terms. Simple, really."
She looked at the documents skeptically. "Terms? Like what?"
He grinned wider. "Ah, you're so curious. Fine, I'll explain. First, you're allowed to enter Tokyo Revengers' world. But if you prove yourself there, I'll make an exception—you can eventually enter the world where Gojo Satoru exists. Normally, hopping between anime worlds isn't allowed, but your determination impressed me."
Her eyes lit up with hope, but his smirk darkened. "However, a warning. If you die in the Tokyo Revengers world, you die for real. No second chances. And once you sign, there's no backing out. Also, at the age of 15 or 16, you must leave that world. Refuse, and let's just say… the punishment will be severe."
His eyes glinted dangerously, making her shiver. He tapped the last clause in the agreement with the quill. "Now, read it carefully and decide. If you truly want to meet and marry Gojo Satoru, sign here."
A wide grin stretched across his face as he added mockingly, "After all, wasn't it you who said he isn't a simple man? Prove your worth."
She looked up at him, her lips curling into a determined smirk. "Wasn't it you who doubted me? I'll do whatever it takes to marry him."
The god burst into laughter, his amusement echoing through the room. "I love that ridiculous courage of yours. But remember, if you change your mind, the consequences will be... unpleasant. And don't forget, I'll come for you at 15 or 16."
With a steady hand, she signed the papers. No sooner had the quill left the parchment than a blinding light engulfed her. She barely had time to register the god's amused expression before her consciousness slipped away.
As her body disappeared, the god sighed, leaning back in his seat. "What a curious little lover she is," he muttered to his assistant, who had been silently observing.
The assistant frowned. "All this trouble for what? You could've just sent her straight to Jujutsu Kaisen or even Attack on Titan with powers. Why complicate things?"
The god grinned mischievously, his eyes glinting with something darker. "Well, it's personal. Why should a mere human meet Gojo Satoru when someone as divine as me got rejected?" He crossed his arms dramatically.
The assistant raised an unimpressed brow. "And Levi Ackerman?"
The god winced, rubbing his stomach as if remembering something painful. "Ugh, don't remind me. He kicked me for grossing him out."
The assistant sighed, shaking her head. "You're insufferable." She turned on her heel and left, ignoring his evil laughter that filled the room.
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The Birth
A faint cry broke the silence of the delivery room. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her vision blurry and unfocused. She felt tiny, helpless, unable to move.
Am I… really reborn? she thought, her mind racing.
Her gaze adjusted, landing on a woman with long black hair and gentle eyes, holding her close. The woman smiled warmly, brushing a soft hand against her cheek.
"She's beautiful," the woman said softly.
A man with jet-black hair and a broad grin approached, his joy evident in every step. "She truly is."
The woman turned to him, her voice full of pride. "Her name will be Baji Asuka."
Her mind froze. Baji?
The man walked to the other side of the room, returning with another bundle in his arms—a baby boy. He held him up proudly.
"And this is our son, Baji Keisuke."
Her eyes widened in shock. What?! Baji Keisuke?! Does that mean… I'm born into the Baji family?!
A wail escaped her tiny lungs, startling everyone in the room. The mother rocked her gently, trying to calm her. "Oh, what's wrong, little one? Are you hungry?"
Meanwhile, in the god's palace, the assistant crossed her arms, glaring at him. "You really did her dirty."
The god smirked, barely containing his laughter. "She said she wanted to be close to Baji Keisuke. Well, how much closer could she get?"
The assistant's glare deepened. "You're infuriating."
He raised his hands defensively, though his smirk didn't falter. "Relax! It's all in good fun. Besides, how could she possibly betray Gojo Satoru? I'm just testing her loyalty."
The assistant rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she left the room. Behind her, the god's sly grin widened. "This is going to be very interesting," he said, leaning back in his chair, his laughter echoing through the palace.